Yesterday was pretty good until the evening. The reality of surgery hit B hard around 6pm and they just had a massive panic attack. Every worse case scenario started going through her head. We discussed what to do in each case, but it was still a rough thing to talk about. Emotionally exhausting conversation. We are three days away.
For the most part I didn't do much of anything. I enjoyed my holiday. Video games. Some tv. Went into the backyard for some outdoor time. Started a roast for tonight. We had mushroom soup over chicken and rice for dinner. Except for the talk about death and comas, a relatively peaceful day.
And now back to our regularly scheduled whoop dee doo.
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